chapter one.
Gran told me writing down my feelings and what's happened to me would make me a stronger person.
I don't exactly see why an eleven year old boy would ever need to write in a journal, though. A boring eleven year old boy. It'd be different if interesting things happened to me, then it might actually be entertaining to write things down. But honestly, the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me is getting my letter to Hogwarts.
Which happens to every wizard and witch, so it's not even that special.
I suppose something must happen to me this year, though. I think I'll give writing in this a try. Just this once. For my first year at Hogwarts.
I guess it'd be nice to write a bit about myself, then…well…I mean, I've heard that's what others do. It's kind of weird, though. No one else will ever read this and I'm basically talking to a book…Oh well.
My name is Neville and I'm a wizard. (well that is a rather exciting introduction, I suppose) I'm starting my first year at Hogwarts, as I've said above, and I'm rather excited. I thought I was a squib for quite a long time. I have a pet named Trevor, he's a toad and I lost him on this train this morning, the train to Hogwarts. I hope I find him, everyone else seems to have friends here and I have no one. Well, there was something. Today a girl named Hermione offered to help me find my toad. I suppose that's something at least.
If Trevor were here I could tal…er…I mean…no, never mind. Yeah, I'd talk to him. I don't care if that makes me a loser, to be quite honest.
Anyway, I'm sitting in my dormitory right now.
Gran said I'd better not be in Slytherin, and that she'd grow a beard before I'd ever get into Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. That leaves Hufflepuff, and I've heard they're just a lot of useless duffers.
Well I'm a Gryffindor. I wrote Gran about this write away. She'd better get a start on that beard.